This is a song about "Couple bands"

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Each day you earn only a couple bucks

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Produce me a couple fans

Man it’s the killer tracks

They say he the key to my blessings

Now fast forward a couple years

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

To make a couple bucks in reality i couldn't give a couple fucks killing these

New year's day in a couple of days

Ben stiller, zoolander, same face

Lyrics, couldn't understand, still didn't pop rubber bands

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Want you all to listen so i rap it in election form

Fainthearted bands of lesser rappers drowned in the ensuing storm